Where science meets prophecy, the fate of a dragon can be rewritten. Mylena never believed in miracles. As a young doctor dedicated to logic and facts, she knew life was merely a breath sustained by biology, not destiny. But everything changes when an accident rips her from her reality and drops her into the heart of Westeros, amidst the colors and steel of the Ashford Tourney. Before her stand not just characters from a book, but men of flesh, blood, and fragility. Among them is Prince Baelor Targaryen, the hope of a realm, a noble-hearted man whose life is about to be cut short in a cruel judgment. Armed with knowledge centuries ahead of her time and a stethoscope that men mistake for an amulet, Mylena faces an ethical and temporal dilemma: should she let history follow its tragic course, or should she use her voice to sing a new spring into the House of the Dragon? In a world of hedge knights and political conspiracies, Mylena will discover that not all wounds can be stitched with thread and needle, and that saving a prince might just be the first step to setting the future ablaze. Part I: Sing for the Spring | Baelor Targaryen Part II: To Wake the Fire; Sing for the Spring | Baelor Targaryen

[AKOTSK] Daeron Targaryen had expected to spend a miserable week at a miserable inn about a day's walk from the miserable tourney at ashford he was trying to avoid. Then all of a sudden, a strange barmaid sullies those plans of his and he finds himself entirely at her disposal, like a man bewitched. Gods save him and Gods save the rest of the realm from the darkness the barmaid claims is about to take over them. Or In which, James Lindsey Baudelaire, or Jamie - as she preferred, is sent to Westeros after a particularly bad car accident. Now, with her knowledge of the show and the books, she has to try her best to save these strange people she's grown so incredibly fond of.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿. Alarra Stark was never meant to fall for a prince. Especially not Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to the iron throne. Sent to secure Northern loyalty, the prince arrives with his dragon, Vermax and duty - only to meet Alarra Stark, the daughter of the wolf, older sister to Cregan Stark, and nothing like he imagined. Beautiful, fierce and far from tame, she is winter's incarnate, and soon, his every weakness. He's fire-restless, golden, untouchable. She's frost-strong, quiet, and bound by honor. But in stolen glances and secret moments, something forbidden sparks. Their love is a risk. Their desire, a weapon. And in a realm cracking under war and betrayal, passion may be the first to bleed. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻. 𝗢𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄. (𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁,𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱) 🏆 #1 in Desire , UNBELIEVABLE 🏆 #1 in Jacaerys Velaryon 🏆 #1 in hotd 🏆 #1 in Targaryen 🏆 #1 in Game of Thrones 🏆#1 in Stark 🏆#1 in Team Black

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

Lady Johanna Lannister was born to Lord Tywin Lannister and Princess Daella Targaryen his first wife. Lady Johanna held no Lannister looks thus, Aerys II the Mad King demanded she marry his second born son the Prince Daemon Targaryen. 10 moons after her marriage she birthed twins, Aegon and Rhaenyra and 15 moons after that she birthed her second son Maegor. Four moons later the realm was torn apart by Robert Baratheon who went to war against the Targaryen family after Rhaegar kidnapped Lyanna Stark. When Rhaegar fell, Daemon raced back to Kingslanding where he took his pregnant mother and younger brother to Dragonstone. He had begged Johanna to come with him but she refused saying she would not "Cower in fear" which are the words she became known for. So now she is alone with her three Targaryen children with a stag on the throne. Will they survive?

Maegor Targaryen is the son of Daemon Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, born after his parents where only wed for a year Daemon was happy to have his wife be with child, he didn't wish to wed her. She was beautiful, yes. She came from a Great House and had a place of power if her father was to die without a son his titels would one day pass down upon his son. Daemon could not love his wife, who in turn was as cold as ice to the prince...... the only thing that could have maybe have been able to bind them truly together one day was their child, and so in the year 95 A.C they welcomed a child into the world, Daemon was more than happy when he heard Lyanna gave birth to a son but when he walked into the room all she was met with was blames, words of anger and the words of her husband who said she was nothing more than a whore who gave birth to a bastard. He would not claim the boy as his, he looked nothing like him..... the features he and his family shared? The features he held so high where not in their son, and so it was no son of his.

After the Dance of the Dragons, the once highly regarded House Velaryon saw their downfall. Financially drained from a war of their kin, they took their leave to Driftmark and did not look back. Generations later, no longer cousins to the Targaryens, their anger has festered. The Lord of Driftmark, desperate to reignite the bond between the two Valyrian houses, sends his only daughter, Valaena Velaryon, to the metaphorical Dragon's den. Uninterested in being her father's pawn, she faces it with a stiff lip as he tries to wed her to any of the unmarried Targaryen Princes. Unbeknownst to her, one of them has been dreaming of her his whole life. Cover by @-quinlans

Sent from Volantis as a punishment for freeing her slaves, Kalira Antari arrives in Westeros expecting cruelty, duty, and distance. Instead, she meets Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, a prince as honorable as he is reserved. What begins as a marriage of obligation slowly blooms into something neither of them expected - quiet affection, shared warmth, and a love that softens even the coldest nights. In a world of politics, fire, and duty, Kalira and Baelor learn that true strength lies in care, tenderness, and the courage to let someone see your heart.

A marriage to a Targaryen prince is the highest honor a maiden can receive, unless she never wished to marry at all. When Lady Amara Allyrion is bound to Prince Maekar for the sake of the Targaryens' crumbling reputation, she is thrust into a court of silk, smiles, and hidden venom. Far from Dorne, she must learn to survive a marriage neither of them wanted, and a husband she has already managed to offend long before the vows were spoken.